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I have needs and they have to be met. You have to do your best to get better because you have just a month and not a day more. Don't forget that you do not need your legs to give me the pleasures I desire. I call the shots here so it will be in your best interest to get well in less than one month."

Volkov sighed. “You know…” He reached into his coat. “I almost let you have this moment.” Killian’s body tensed. “But then…” Volkov slowly pulled out a small black remote. “…where would the fun be in that?” He pressed the button. A sharp beep echoed beneath the balcony. Killian’s face drained of color. His eyes shot toward the stone floor below. “No…” I followed his gaze. Tiny red lights blinked beneath the balcony supports. Explosives. Volkov smiled.

I was so angry at myself for ignoring everything for more than 2 months now. "Baby, I am trying my best to show you I'm completely Loyal and committed to you. Fuck the internet, fuck what anybody else has to say, that woman can't even stand next to you. I have been searching...seee" I brought out my phone showing her my G****e search history.

Elliott’s eyes held his gaze a fraction longer. “And the exclusivity clause.” Noah’s jaw tightened. “I haven’t taken other bookings.” “That wasn’t what I asked.” The subtle shift in tone landed. Noah straightened. “Exclusively yours.” Elliott stepped closer then. “You know, you can still leave,” Elliott said quietly. “Right now.” The offer wasn’t theatrical. It was real and Noah knew it. He knew he could refund the money, walk away and return to Black Halo where he would spend every night dancing and sucking on old men’s cock for a miserly 20 pounds.

He sat back, visibly satisfied, nodding once in the way of a person confirming their judgment was correct. "Good," he said. "Dad forgets them sometimes." Julien gave him a look over his shoulder, patient and familiar. "I do not forget them," he said. "I choose moderation." Lucas turned back to me, lowered his voice by approximately nothing at all, and said, "He forgets." I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. Julien poured the steaming chocolate into the mugs with careful attention, stirring each one once before setting them on the table. Then he crossed to the cupboard, reached to the back of the middle shelf, and retrieved a small glass jar.

Taboo | Age-gap | Obsession | Billionaire Romance |Mother ex-boyfriend Trigger Warnings: Power imbalance, obsession, emotional manipulation . . . The elevator whispered its way to the top floor, silent and smooth like a predator stalking prey. Joy Knox shifted from one leg to the other, leather duffel bag pressed against her hip, trying not to breathe too hard. She hated the way the mirrored walls caught her reflection, tired eyes rimmed in smudged eyeliner, cherry-stained lips parted like she was already halfway to begging.

At that Rinna lastly said with her eyebrows drawn to the police officer in askance. Mr Kieran Spencer the CEO of Doux Corps company , it is where your mother has been working from, the police woman explained. No l won't how does that connect me with him, Rinna hissed out. There is a reason why you do have to live with him from now and on wards , The police woman murmured calmly and before Rinna could answer the police woman reached out and got some papers from her Diddy bag.

Damon smirked, "I'm the only exception. You... will fall for a casanova, Olivia." I scoffed, "You wish."

She is really happy that the death note isn’t around today. “I wish everyday is a Saturday.” She mumbled happily as she went over her fridge to get some food to eat. She frowned when she saw her fridge almost dying of gastritis. Yes, no food stock already. She sighed and pursed her lip. “Alright. Imma buy some stuffs today.” She said as she took a paper and pen to list what to buy. Well as you can all see, this is Patrice Kwon. An independent lady who relies on no one but herself to live. She is an orphan so we won’t expect her to rely on others?